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It wasn’t until she broke away, her face hovering mere centimeters from yours, that you realized you’d stopped breathing during that kiss. The world was spinning again, and it took all of your concentration to keep yourself from passing out. As you panted and gasped, however, Botan seemed to take notice. Her fingers prodded at your carotid artery, feeling the rapid flowing and pulsing of blood beneath the soft flesh of your neck.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to- It’s a difficult time- I think I might be in-” Botan struggled to apologize, her mind clearly going in several different directions at once. With your good hand, however, you reached up to gently press a finger against her lips.

“Don’t be sorry,” you whisper back. You had no idea where this sudden surge in confidence was coming from, but you weren’t going to stop now. “I don’t mind giving my first kiss away to someone like you. But… You need to finish patching me up first. I’m no good to you if I’m dead.”

“Your first kiss, huh?” Botan asked, her teasing tone finally making a return as she wrapped gauze around your broken arm. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a girlfriend… or boyfriend. I don’t judge. But you’re such a kind young man, how could you have never…?”

You momentarily avert her eyes. “Never really had the chance. I was interested in some girls growing up, but I didn’t have the balls to say anything to them.”

Botan had finally moved on to the last wound, the bullet lodged in your side where the kevlar hadn’t protected you. You were lucky to find out that it hadn’t broken any ribs or punctured a vital organ, but it was still too close for comfort.

“Either way… I should’ve been more careful with you. I’m still having trouble controlling myself,” the lioness explained. “I should’ve been clearer. It’s not just the bloodlust. I’m… in heat.”

You blink. But it doesn’t take you long to put it together in your head. “In heat? B-because of the whole part lion thing?” You ask, wincing as she packs your wound and starts covering it up.

Botan nods. “It’s helped restrain some of my bloodlust. Makes for a good distraction. But… I’ve been watching you for a while. I need… someone. Anyone to scratch that itch.” Her pauses were becoming greater and greater. Whether it was a result of embarrassment or her attempts at keeping herself stable, you weren’t sure.

“I’m sure Porter or Johnson would’ve been better,” you murmur, biting your lower lip. To your surprise, Botan takes your face in one hand and pulls it back to face her.

“You’re more my type. I’m sorry for being so secretive about it. It’s getting harder to resist, though… I-If it’s not too much trouble, Anon… I need another kiss. I need… you.”

Your pulse was rising rapidly, but this time, it wasn’t accompanied by the eerie sensation of blood leaking out of your gunshot wounds. Botan was finally finished with her rudimentary first aid. You weren’t sure how long it would last and there was still a trip to the hospital in your future. You still felt dizzy and weak, but there was a part of you that was beginning to realize just how badly you wanted to give it to her. You nod slowly.